He Jinxia's voice was very calm, as if she were talking about an insignificant person, an insignificant matter, but for some reason, Sheng Yan's heart gave a faint squeeze, brimming with a hint of pain.
He couldn't help but hold He Jinxia even tighter, as if not holding her close meant she would vanish with the wind.
"...Later, this celebrated Oiran who graced the capital was burned to death in a great fire. She somehow received a stroke of luck and came to the modern world, into the body of a girl with the same name and surname.
The girl was a member of a third-tier girl group. The ancient Oiran inherited her wishes and struggled hard in the entertainment circle, where she also met a man who liked her a lot, and whom she liked as well—his name was Sheng Yan..."
Sheng Yan bowed his head and gently kissed her eyelids, kissing away the tears in her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry, I'm here, I'm always by your side."
